Rebecca and Courtney build a bridge in a ditch that is symbolic of their plight to bridge the gap between the little girls that were hurt and the grown women they’ve had to become to survive. It is their story, but it is your story. What sacrifices did you have to make as you survived the hands that hurt you? What part of yourself do you hide away and shelter from the word for fear of hurt? The walls you’ve built, they will come down. It will be okay. You’re not alone.
For all the women who’ve had to go back and get the little girl they’d left behind. Bridges. My song. Your song. The road to healing.